Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Very good, I got away with it. Butler Roald probably didn't realize I was just impersonating their young master and had no memory of anything. But what should I do next? I can only take it one step at a time. If all else fails, I can just lie and claim I've lost my memory.

Russell thought so.

Both of them looked at each other with some guilt.

When their eyes met, they both smiled brightly, a joy visible to the naked eye. They hugged each other warmly, just like a real master and servant who had reunited after a long separation.

So the two began to reminisce about the past like a master and servant, and expressed their feelings of separation.

From the butler's description, Russell learned that it was the Kingdom of Occitania that learned that the source of the gray fog came from this island, and therefore organized a huge fleet to go on an expedition.

However, almost the entire fleet sank in the turbulent ocean, and only two ships led by "Master Russell" successfully approached the island.

"Master Russell" ordered one of the ships to wait for news on the ocean, and then he set foot on the island with his knights.

Russell didn't know that these things were almost all made up by Trodal, and he believed them to be true.

Russell absorbed Trodal's fabricated information while thinking:

Great, I was successfully accepted by Butler Roald.

Alas, this poor butler, he didn't expect that his young master had met with an accident, and that the soul now living in that body was a soul from another world.

Trodal saw Russell nodding repeatedly and showing no objection to his fabricated story, and thought to himself:

Great, I fooled him successfully. He actually believed the whole background story I made up. Now, it’s time for me to take the next step of my plan.

As his steward, I could trick him into killing Nepirich.

Then carefully consider how he managed to burn his soul as well.

Once I have figured out all these things, I will run away immediately. Staying with such a strong man will be no joke if I am exposed!

Trodal immediately planned his next move.

Trodal was polite but lacked enthusiasm towards Margaret, perhaps because he considered her to be a lover of "Master Russell" rather than his mistress.

It wanted to secretly stimulate Margaret to take action in this way to see Margaret's strength.

However, Margaret did not take this superficial enthusiasm but actual contempt to heart at all. She smiled and hugged Russell's arm, looking like a little woman in love.

"Master! I'll send a signal to call the ship! Let's return to Occitania! You finally destroyed the source of the fog. You are already a great hero of the entire kingdom and even the entire human world! You are the final victor of the Great Crusade, and you will receive countless glory!" Trodal took out a horn from his arms and was about to blow it.

In fact, Trodal hinted to Russell that as long as he did not eliminate the devil centurion at the foot of the mountain, his mission would not be complete.

Trodal didn't believe that a strong man could resist the urge to kill Nepirich.

"No, don't be impatient." Russell stopped Trodal. "We have a grumpy old friend at the foot of the mountain. I have to say goodbye to him first."

"Your will, young master." Trodal put away the horn and bowed politely. Seeing that his plan succeeded, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile seemed like the old butler was pleased to see his young master mature.

"By the way, how did you avoid that grumpy friend and climb up the mountain?" Russell asked curiously.

Trodal said gracefully, "Ah, just some insignificant tricks. I didn't engage the demon directly, but opted to come from the lumberyard. You were the one who set the fire there, weren't you? Young Master, you killed so many demons in one fell swoop, destroyed the source of the fog, and practically eradicated all demons from this island. It was truly remarkable! You are a true hero of humanity!"

Trodal chose to tell the truth in this matter, knowing that nine true statements and one false statement is the ultimate essence of lying.

Russell and Margaret exchanged glances, then smiled and said, "This isn't just my achievement. We both did it together."

Trodal listened attentively.

Margaret covered her mouth gently and smiled, "I have no credit. I just danced in your arms."

Russell and Margaret's commercial flattery made Trodal seem to smell the sour smell of love, and he felt sick.

Based on Margaret's soul, Trodal judged that Margaret was not strong enough.

And from the relationship shown by Russell and Margaret, Trodal thought that this might be a weakness that could be exploited.

Although it hasn't figured out what to do specifically, it has included taking Margaret hostage to threaten Russell as a feasible plan.

With this in mind, "Butler Roald" began to show some enthusiasm in his courtesy towards Margaret.

It was as if the housekeeper began to seriously consider the possibility of Margaret Walhausen becoming his mistress.

Seeing the subtle change in the butler's attitude, Russell and Margaret smiled at each other.

035 Flaw

Russell was worried that he would reveal his flaws if he talked too much, so he signaled Margaret to chat with "Butler Roald" in order to obtain more information.

"Mr. Roald, I guess you watched Russell grow up, right?" Margaret asked with a smile.

"I am actually..."

Trodal was about to say that he had just joined Russell's family, but then he realized he shouldn't say that.

As a loyal young master who dares to come to this island full of demons to find his master, of course he has to be taken care of since he was a child.

So Trodal quickly changed his words: "I have actually been taking care of Master Russell all along! Just as you said, I have watched Master Russell grow up!"

Margaret winked playfully. "Well, I suppose you also know some interesting stories about Russell's childhood? Could you share some with me?"

"Ah, this..."

Trodal thought to himself, "How do I know what you humans look like when you are young?" So he looked at Russell with embarrassment.

Russell seemed to see the embarrassment of his loyal servant: "It's okay, Roald, you can tell me some funny stories without worrying about them. They are all from my childhood, I don't mind."

Russell actually wanted to listen too. He wanted to find out what kind of person his predecessor was, and he was also thinking about how to use his identity in this world.

Trodal was about to curse. I dare to make it up, do you really believe it?

"No, no, no, young master. After all, I am just your servant and cannot overstep my bounds. You should slowly share these interesting stories with Miss Walhausen later." Trodal acted like a loyal servant who knew his limits.

As mentioned before, Margaret cleverly determined that Russell was not the same person, but was possessed by her Lord.

Seeing that Russell wanted to know some information about his original body so much, Margaret naturally guessed what Russell was thinking, so she interrogated Trodal diligently.

Unfortunately, this "Butler Roald" was quite leaky, and Margaret's indirect inquiries failed to obtain any more information that would be useful for Russell's disguised identity.

In fact, it is not surprising that the interrogation was fruitless. After all, Trodal himself did not know the details about Russell.

Trodal was actually scared out of his wits by Margaret's curious questioning. He was still in the stage of being afraid of being exposed, so he was afraid of revealing any flaws, so he had to be extremely alert and go around in circles.

Russell even thought that Butler Roald was so good at Tai Chi that he could become a civil servant in the UK.

So Russell, who took this opportunity to pick out two swords from the knights' relics, decided to drop the topic.

Russell said, "Well, enough of that, Roald. Now we're going to need a good weapon to kill our grumpy old friend."

As he spoke, Russell flicked the sword with his fingers. "A sword like this alone won't do. Do you have a good sword on board that's sharp enough?"

Hmm? A strong man like you needs good weapons to defeat Nepirich?

Trodal keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Was this a test? A trap to lure me into revealing myself? Or was Master Russell not as strong as I'd imagined? Was it the soul of a powerful being clinging to this fragile body, unable to unleash its full potential? Or was he simply a being with the power to destroy the source of wisdom and souls?

Although Trodal's mind raced, he still smiled calmly and said, "Master, speaking of which, when I was going up the mountain by the harbor, I happened to see a few adventurers. One of them was carrying a sharp sword. I thought you would be satisfied with it."

"Oh? Isn't this a coincidence? That's great! You are still so capable, Roald, take me to see it!" Russell said happily.

Trodal saluted gracefully, sneering inwardly:

Yes, how could it be a coincidence? I'll order a few Lost Souls to carry out that sword. Well, by the way, let's test your strength.

If your skills are not good enough... No, I can't take such a rash risk when I'm seriously injured.

To be on the safe side, we should use them to kill Nepirich and wait until he recovers from his injuries.

Trodal keenly sensed the opportunity and immediately planned his conspiracy.

"Oh, it's just luck. You're too kind, sir." Trodal bowed and then led the way politely.

When it realized that Russell and Margaret might not be as powerful as it had imagined when it was scaring itself, it felt much more relaxed.

Russell and Margaret followed behind it, each with a sword on his waist, whispering and exchanging glances, just like a pair of young men and women in love.

Not long after, under Trodal's guidance, Russell and Margaret retraced the path they had taken down the mountain yesterday, passed through the forest, and came to the logging site that was covered in black ash after being burned by fire.

Russell looked left and right and found that the fire last night was very clean. It turned all the demons and lost souls into ashes, but the trees were not affected at all.

The fire in Russell's chest flickered with joy, as if he was proud of Russell's praise.

Quietly observing Russell's obviously smug expression, Trodal became more and more convinced that Russell's strength was not that strong. The strong man who could really threaten him would never show a smug expression for killing these low-level demons.

Trodal sneered in his heart:

Humph, I don’t know if you are a lucky person or if humans have made some technological breakthrough. By the time I figure out the secret, it will be the end of you. Laugh for a while while you can.

Looking at the young man and woman who were oblivious to the people around them, kissing and hugging each other affectionately without any hesitation, Trodal felt irritated.

It unknowingly quickened its pace and walked quickly out of the logging field that made it subconsciously feel unhappy, pulling Russell and Margaret far away.

"My 'steward' seems to have some serious problems." Russell smiled and kissed Margaret's earlobe affectionately. "He acted like he had a deep affection for the fallen knights, but I deliberately didn't mention it, so he didn't even mention them. I even deliberately selected two knight swords in front of him, humph!"

Margaret's cheeks flushed, her eyes flickered, but her words were cold: "My Lord, what do you think we should do? Should we just take action?"

Russell kissed Margaret's cheek again. "Since he's not in a hurry to turn against us, it means he still wants to use us. He used his words to induce me to defeat the demon centurion trapped in the poisonous swamp. At least on this point, he must be sincere. This also coincides with our goal."

Margaret seemed amused by Russell. She gave a clear, crisp chuckle and whispered, "So, it's still uncertain whether he's a friend or foe? Will he really provide you with that sword?"

"You'll know when we get there. By then, we should be able to see a lot of things clearly and tell friend from foe. Adventurer, huh! Yesterday, there were only two of us living people on this island, and today, so many of them suddenly showed up. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?" Russell put his nose against Margaret's, his face full of smiles.

"Excessive coincidence is a conspiracy, my lord. Your wisdom shines through the miles." Margaret complimented.

"Let's go and see what this butler 'Roald' is up to." Russell stroked Margaret's cheek as if he was saying love words, and then kissed her lips.

Trodal waited patiently and finally saw the young couple who were making love regardless of time and place.

It quickly came forward and said to Russell, "Master, I saw that group of adventurers on the beach ahead. To avoid unnecessary complications, I chose to avoid them instead of talking to them."

Trodal, who was promoted from a lesser demon commander to a demon centurion, certainly understood the tricks of soul links and soul puppets.

It has already set up the stage and is waiting for its "Master Russell" and his "lover" to perform.

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Author's words: Thank you for the reward, reminder and coins

036 See through

Trodal felt that he had arranged everything and could use those lost souls to test the quality of these two human "strong men" one last time.

Although it now feels that this human "strong man" does not seem to be very strong, and only masters a secret technique that can destroy the soul, but to be on the safe side, it still wants to witness their strength with its own eyes.

This condescending attitude stems from arrogance.

Since this world that originally belonged to humans is now being devoured by demons who are extremely outnumbered, the direct resistance organized by humans has almost failed, and it can be said that it is now divided and kept in captivity; this advantage gives Trodal a great sense of superiority when facing humans.

Therefore, Trodal, the demon centurion, instinctively did not believe how powerful an individual human being could be. He now felt that he had just regarded Russell and Margaret as strong people, but he had lost his mind only because he was seriously injured and the fog of wisdom had become thinner.

In its view, the world will eventually become pasture for demons—and perhaps it already is.

Therefore, every move it makes is filled with a condescending test and scrutiny.

Following the direction Trodal pointed, Russell and Margaret saw only the beach where they had rested yesterday.

The dry rocks where Russell and Margaret had sat yesterday evening were now submerged in sea water as the tide rose.

The group of three walked onto the beach. The footprints left by the group's adventure had not yet been completely swallowed up by the rising tide, and one or two sets of footprints were extending into the distance.

"We're lucky! It looks like the footprints left by those adventurers haven't been erased by the sea yet." Russell smiled. "Well done, Roald! Ever since I met you, I've always had good luck."

Trodal remained patient and said in a flattering tone, "No, young master, this is all due to the blessing of the gods."

Russell exchanged a glance with Margaret again, then said, "Alright, let's stop being so polite. Let's go and catch up to meet those adventurers."

"Yes, your will." Trodal bowed slightly and walked in front.

The direction of the footprints of this group of "adventurers" is exactly opposite to the direction of the port.

As we walked along the footprints, the tireless roar of the creatures trapped in the acid swamp as the background sound became fainter and fainter.

Russell and Margaret looked around with interest. Even the foggy sky could not block the sunshine on their faces.

The young man and woman seemed to be strolling on the seashore, sometimes whispering to each other, sometimes smiling.

Trodal was tactful enough not to interrupt, but instead diligently performed his duties as a guide, only occasionally giving reminders when there were problems with the road.

After walking for a while, Russell and his party finally saw their target.